Following a trail of something-or-other on the web the other day, I came across an interview with a poet I don’t yet know, Kathleen Flenniken, currently Poet Laureate of Washington State. And there…
Is “I” the mark of an amateur? I suppose careers have been built, schools have arisen on such split hairs. But seems to me, speaking with a complete absence of authority, that all poems are written by an observing consciousness whether or not they’re written in first person. Impossible to erase the ego.
And what have we got but everyday experience, though admittedly some is more exotic than others.
I had, counting those people who “liked” my Giveaway post before I was smart enough to get Disqus set up, 11 entries.
I assigned each entry a number according to the order in which entries were made, first entry #1 and last entry #11.
To determine the winner of Natasha Trethewey’s Thrall, I asked the Random Number Generator to give me a number between one and 11. It picked # 9, Andrew Ty.
To determine the winner of my new book, The Woodcarver’s Wife, I again asked the generator to pick a number between one and 11. This time the number given was 11, Rodney Wilder.
Congratulations winners! I’ll be contacting you by e-mail for contact info.
And thanks to everybody who play along. I hope you’ll visit my tumblr often.
Like all almanacs, Leatha Kendrick’s Almanac of the Invisible begins with “First Week of January”
A day at home alone, with CNN
and tea, remnants of the Christmas
tree, ravenous for unsweet things.
This collection feeds that hunger for the unsweet, for the homely, substantial nutrients of the soul presented in an exquisitely crafted book of equally exquisite poems.
Read the rest